“The first was that Eddie Cochran song –"
“Blimey – that’s going back a bit.”
“Teens, yeah, but the sounding like something else, the mis-hearing, came later ... Seventies, ‘Winter of Discontent’ and all that. Which reminds me, did I tell you about when we went to see Richard III at Stratford, Robert Lindsay?”
“Yeah you did ... discount tents, yeah?”
“Aye. The Eddie Cochran one was more annoying – kept sounding like ‘ASLEF carries on ... and things do go wrong, just follow steps one, two and three ...”
“ASLEF?”
“The railway union. On strike, and forever in the bloody news. Later, it was the ‘terror pork chops’ ...”
“Wha-a-t?”
“Tape you did for me. Bon Jovi. Turned out he was saying something about Tarot cards ...”
“Right ... It was Dire Straits did it for me –"
“Oh yes, that sexy voice –"
“Not so much that. More sex gone wrong. Going wrong, potential for. Teenage again ...”
“Don’t know what you mean ...”
“Well, something to do with the girl I was going out with at the time ... he kept going on about ‘I recall my fall from Grace’ and I could see myself, if I ever did make any progress, making such an almighty cock-up of it that she pushed me out of bed!”
“Blimey – that’s going back a bit.”
“Teens, yeah, but the sounding like something else, the mis-hearing, came later ... Seventies, ‘Winter of Discontent’ and all that. Which reminds me, did I tell you about when we went to see Richard III at Stratford, Robert Lindsay?”
“Yeah you did ... discount tents, yeah?”
“Aye. The Eddie Cochran one was more annoying – kept sounding like ‘ASLEF carries on ... and things do go wrong, just follow steps one, two and three ...”
“ASLEF?”
“The railway union. On strike, and forever in the bloody news. Later, it was the ‘terror pork chops’ ...”
“Wha-a-t?”
“Tape you did for me. Bon Jovi. Turned out he was saying something about Tarot cards ...”
“Right ... It was Dire Straits did it for me –"
“Oh yes, that sexy voice –"
“Not so much that. More sex gone wrong. Going wrong, potential for. Teenage again ...”
“Don’t know what you mean ...”
“Well, something to do with the girl I was going out with at the time ... he kept going on about ‘I recall my fall from Grace’ and I could see myself, if I ever did make any progress, making such an almighty cock-up of it that she pushed me out of bed!”
[This written for Word Prompt no.35 on House of Writers - http://houseofwriters.ning.com/]
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